She HATED them! I was thrilled. Flat-out refused to put the revolting, slippy, sour, ultra-tannic substance in her mouth. The Husband, who has been known to enjoy a Victoria plum in his time, proposed that I might be projecting my dislike for this most pointless of fruit onto the baby but I couldn't hear him properly because I was clapping and whooping too much.
He later gave me a telling-off for encouraging my daughter to inherit my prejudices. But that's what children are for, is it not?
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